Too late

“One day you’ll leave it too late”,
He always said.
For my life of procrastination
There was always tomorrow.

“There’s no rush”,
No hurry... no urgency here
For what can’t be done today
There’s always tomorrow.

The screaming tyres
The crunching iron
He was in a hurry
‘cause, “I’d made him late.”

Readying the children,
Caught in traffic
Finally at the ward
The doctor’s face tells the story

Grotesque it says,
“For the words you’ve failed to say today,
There is no tomorrow”.
He speaks and it thunders, “Sorry you’re just...
Too late!”.